Shulammite Woman

Shulammite Woman
("My dear one is mine and I am [hers]"
--The Bible's Song of Solomon)

How can I explain that you are a wall;
I cannot climb over,
Not a door that I can simply step through.
Nothing is simple.
With you I am a gushing spring;
Without you my spring is sealed.
Your dark body is all my cravings.
Your skin is my paradise.
My thirst for you is equivalent to death.
Final.

My tongue searches your orifices for explanation.
For you I am always wanting.
Deeper within you I plunge.
A drunkard I am for your wine.
What would it mean to have my fill?
A comb is your nether lips,
From which honey drops into my mouth.
My love for you is as strong as death.
Final.